Tristin and Isabella: La Bellita

I feel bad. With Tristin, we were so on top of the blog, pictures, updates...with Bella, if we even take pictures, its a good day, let alone any highlights on any of the blog entry. Her 2-month birthday? It was all Auntie S. Not only did Auntie convince us that we *had* to do it but she took an hour out of her Sunday buying cake and came home, got the sign ready, insisted we take pictures and do the blowout with Tristin. Leave it to mommy and daddy and another month would have passed with no birthday blowouts or photos. Thanks auntie S!

As for Isabella, here's an update direct from the lady herself:

So, I'm 2 months old and unlike my brother, I'm a little more high maintenance. I like to keep mom, dad, auntie and grandma on their tippy toes by crying quite a bit and needing rocking, holding, jumping and shushing to keep me happy. A few things about me:

I'm 10 pounds and 8 ounces (50th percentile in weight) and 22 inches in height (50th percentile). Growing well - not as fat and big as my brother as I don't want to be as 'gino' as him
I'm sleeping, at most, 4-5 hour stretches. 5 hour stretches rarely. 4-hours at least a few times a week but mostly 3 hour stretches.
While I cry quite a bit and turn purple face when I do, I have started smiling quite a bit too (gotta provide some incentive for those old farts who are feeding me)
I'm starting to like the swing. Not as much as big brother but I can last about 5-10 minutes on it before I start to yell and cry to get out. Enough, however, to allow mommy to wash bottles, feed/change Tristin or run up and down the stairs to fetch/clean and change laundry
I love the bjorn. Its the only way mommy can do things in peace. It's a bit tiring for mommy because she has to carry me quite a bit but at least her hands are free to clean my bottles, dance with Tristie and check email/call daddy to hurry home
I'm a challenge, in particular, when it comes to eating. I can only be fed if I'm sleeping or am completely calm and at ease. If any part of me is in distress, no bottles can enter my system and I scream and yell. This is quite difficult for mommy and daddy when I'm hungry. When I'm hungry, I'm unhappy and when I'm unhappy, I can't eat. But if I can't eat, that only makes me hungrier and unhappier....a vicious cycle that can tire mommy, daddy, granny and auntie out quite a bit!

That's about all for now. I'm quite a handful and I know I've kept things at home quite crazy for all. Not sure how long I plan to keep this up but it will all depend on how those guys behave. Maybe for x-mas or new year's, I'll give them a break...or maybe not. Only time (and I) will tell!